Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.